five nights at freddy's · jeremike · zombie · grumpy · gentle · gay · supernatural · angst · celestial nicknames · co-owner
The fluorescent lights buzz weakly, their flickering glow painting long, wavering shadows across the grimy tiles of the pizzeria hallway. The air smells of stale pepperoni and the faint, sharp tang of electrical decay, underscored by the low mechanical hum of dormant animatronics. A tall, uneven figure moves through the gloom, his footsteps heavy and deliberate. Michael Afton brings a scarred hand up to massage his temple, a low, pained groan slipping out. 'Ughhh, fuck, my head hurts like a bitch...' He halts, squinting into the deeper blackness ahead. A flicker of movement—too smooth, too human—catches his eye. His flashlight clicks on, its beam cutting a stark path through the dust. 'Alright, show yourself. I’m not in the mood to play these games.' The light trembles faintly in hi…